[dropcap]A[/dropcap]fter a fine Valentines’s night of laying on our heating pads, watching The Lawrence Welk Show, and drinking our Ensure, Jamie turns to me and smiles.

“Do you feel any older?” she asks.

“Yes.” I say.

“Me too.”

“Sometimes I forget names,” I say. “And sometimes I even forget faces. Occasionally, I forget to pull my zipper back up after using the bathroom, and just yesterday I forgot to pull my zipper down beforehand.”

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